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Roman st of colbosc, 20 mn of the harbour, by the highway, “the little bal lost”. Let your impedimenta out, you are out of time... the welcome is frankly smiling, that made by someone on what it proposes, the atmosphere is harmonious with a musical choice passing by louis standards armstrong, johnny Cash, my dinner... Gourmet, I took the rabbit’s râble beer and mustard sauce with fries. I know that fries are common, but I have eaten every day for four years and I always love it. I dare say that I know myself there. Well, these are among the best. the rabbit's bleed made me goululy to spread in the plains of memory. melting, fragrant, peccamine tenderness. It’s scandalously good, I remained confined to my gustative bliss. Instinct, I would have licked the plate....The quantity is pantagruelic, I couldn’t even order the dessert...Next time I go to the “lost little ball”, I will start with the end. I regret not having been able to take the Paris-Brest so promising...My sweetie had chosen the back of the cod and his current sauce... nothing extraordinary in the statement, just the quality of the product, without ostentation. It’s fine and fresh, it’s fine. It is not expected to find a peppery sauce for a fish, and there, pink pepper and shallots wrap this fragrance dish and bring the delicate flesh of this fish. I didn’t pay attention to the proposed filling, when I ended up raising my plate’s head, still dizzy by so much voluptiness, its plate to it was already empty, my sweet had just a piece of bread in hand to absorb the last traces of sauce. I saw the eyes of my beautiful smile. We took coffee, excellent, and water of life of fragrant pear, perfect.Pierre fresnay summarizes my thought during this evening by saying in the film "the old of the old", "we are well, as in a litre". "no I no longer remember the name of the lost ball. What I remember was that they were happy eyes in the back of their eyes. And that was good. »